"Rosie, we need to talk. ”

The two Imperial Barons, guarded by private soldiers, stared directly at the head hanging from Alexander's waist, which was nothing to look at, just a severed head. If the weather is not cold enough, it will be salted with lime for preservative. At this time, the eyes of the skull were still half-open, and a few strands of coagulated blood hung down the blood vessels, swaying with the wind. The blood on his face had begun to clot and turn a dark red.

It's a very ugly head, at least many people don't have an appetite after seeing it.

Rosie, who was sitting on his war horse, tightened the reins and looked at the two nobles calmly.

In the process of clearing the field on the periphery before, they also made a lot of efforts. They stopped here, no matter who got the first level in the inner circle, they couldn't avoid them. It's just that these two people didn't expect that the head fell into Rossi's hands in the end, which was really unexpected.

Delare, one of the imperial barons, was sixty-seven years old. According to the law of reduced succession, when he dies, the next successor of his family can only inherit the title of lord. The lord had no fiefdom, no tax power, and although he was also a nobleman, he was far inferior to the lowest rank of the baron. In order to continue the family's wealth and glory, Delaret must find a suitable title for the next generation of the family before he dies.

This time, he came with his troops, and the purpose was to help his little grandson inherit the title of the unlucky ghost who had been killed.

He smiled very reservedly and looked around with something else, "There are more than three hundred of us, and there are only one or two of you...... , thirty-three people. He laughed twice in a very exaggerated tone, "And everyone is injured." Holy light, Rosie, are you hurt?"

There was no change in Rossi's face, no anger, no hesitation, no perseverance, and his expression was the same as before, as if he was facing something very ordinary. He sat on the standing horse, looked down at De Laer, and said in an indifferent tone, "Are you threatening me?"

De Laere shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "No, no, no, I'm just stating a fact, you can take a good look with your own eyes, did I count wrong?"

Clarence next to him laughed, this man was also in his fifties, and he had to face the same situation as Delare, and if there was no new succession to the title, his family would be completely destroyed.

The two had already discussed just now that no matter who obtained the inheritance of this viscount, the other person's family would be attached to the past as a subordinate existence.

Clarence lowered his head and took a pipe from his bosom, and took a slow puff, "Delare, your math is awesome, you actually counted correctly." ”

The two sang and harmonized, without taking Rosie and his party to heart at all. There were only thirty-three of them, and their chain mail was broken, and some of them were wounded. In De Lare's opinion, there is no need for three hundred, only one hundred people can take Rossi and them down. Because of the rules agreed between the nobles of the empire, the nobles had the right to redeem their lives, so they did not intend to kill Rossi. But taking out his entourage is not a big deal.

When the time comes, he grabbed the bloody human head and turned into an imperial viscount, even if Rosie wants to get angry, there is nowhere to send it.

What if you have the backing of the church? As long as you participate in this aristocratic game, you must abide by the rules of the aristocratic game.

Rossi was disdainful in his heart, he looked back sensitively, and the killing sound in the distance was shocking, but it was because of the uneven distribution of spoils. He had something on his mind, he didn't want to stay here longer, squinting at the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, looking like he was smiling.

"Get out of the way, we'll be friends in the future. ”

Clarence nodded, "Put down the head, we will be your staunch allies in the future." ”

"Looks like we're not going to get along. As soon as Rossi raised his hand, the knights took the greatsword out of the shelf by the saddle. They are members of the church, and they only obey Rosie's orders, and they do whatever Rosie tells them to do, and the nobility and nothing are in their eyes. In the past three hundred years, there have been fewer nobles killed by the Church, just imperial barons, and the Templars don't bother to kill such minions.

De Lael's face finally changed, he looked at Rosie with a straight face, "Are you going to do it?"

Rossi didn't answer him, but lifted his knight's greatsword, the tip of which was pointing downward, his body slightly bowed, ready to charge at any time.

"I'm willing to trade anything for the head in your hand, and I will agree to any of your conditions. What about a million gold coins? What about a woman? I have eleven granddaughters, and they can all be given to you as a lover. Or power?, as long as you agree, I will give you half of the fiefs canonized by the empire in the future, and you will get our friendship, and we will stand behind you at any time!!"

"One last time, get out of the way. Rosie pursed her lips and took a deep breath, her calfskin boots studded with steel plates and tapped lightly on the horse's belly. The horses under the seat opened their hooves and slowly moved forward.

De Laere and Clarence looked at each other, hesitated.

They say it soundly, but in fact they don't dare to really clash with Rosie. Rosie is too young, and being young means impulsive, if Rosie retaliates against them with the Templars. Even if they inherit the title of viscount, nothing will end well. This group of madmen even dared to kill the emperor, let alone such an insignificant little person as them?

But if they don't do it, a great opportunity will slip through their hands, and maybe between now and when they die, there will be no such opportunity.

There are a lot of Imperial Lords, and this kind of title with only names has been proliferated, and there are some very good guys among them. The great nobles who are high up in the sky, even if they want to pick their lackeys, will not find them.

Unwilling!

Delaere gasped, and as soon as he opened his lips lightly and curled his tongue to utter a syllable, the three hundred warriors behind him would kill everyone except Rossi on the spot. But this syllable seemed to have some magic power, so that he did not dare to open his mouth or spit out that syllable.

Clarence's face was also extremely ugly, he looked at Rossi, then at Delare, and whispered, "What do you think should be done?", referring to the Templars who accompanied Rossi.

De Laer shook his head, he was really unwilling, he obviously had a strong force, but he didn't dare to punch. He stared at Rosie, hoping to find a bluff in Rossi's face or look. But he was disappointed, Rosie's expression had not changed, his eyes had not changed, and he was still the same.

Alexander raised his knight's greatsword and roared an oath of strength and a rousing battle song, and Draal finally panicked.

He hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I have a very good idea......." ”

Rosie was still on top of him, looking down at him, "Say!"

De Laere glanced at Clarence and gritted his teeth and said, "I, De Laere Iveco Maple Leaf Centenarian Gale Colin, swear in the name of the patriarch of the family that I will be loyal to you, Lord Rossi. ”

A gust of wind blew, and Rossi's expression finally changed, and he looked at De Laere strangely, is this guy crazy? The names of nobles are particularly long, and the names of small nobles like Delare, who have no background, are quite short, such as the real names of Andiel, Francisco and even Prince Fabio, with dozens of names and prefixes. It includes his own name, his father's name, the name of his ancestors, the highest honors he once received, the fiefs he has been canonized, some titles that have been celebrated, the symbol of the family spirit, the birthplace of the family, the family coat of arms, and finally the family name.

Once the real name is used, it means that the nobleman will abide by what is said, no matter what the reason.

Callaren was a spirit, he looked at Delare, and then said his real name with great speed, and also swore allegiance to Rossi as the patriarch of the family.

Rosie tossed the knight's greatsword back onto the shelf, and he glanced at the two of them, "Get out of the way...... , the army of the republic is coming, I don't know how many there are, but it is certainly not easy to speak. After saying that, he shook the reins, and the war horse immediately galloped.

Alexander and the knights followed, bypassing Delare and Clarence and running towards the hinterland of the empire.

The two glanced at each other, and immediately beckoned their private soldiers, following closely behind Rossi.

"Are you crazy?!", Clarence asked, sitting in the carriage.

"I'm not crazy!", De Laere lay on the leather seat in the carriage as if he had no bones, "You dare to do it, since you don't dare to do it, what should you do? Wait for the family to become commoners in a few decades? Those nobles of our sins will let us go?", he sneered, "Actually, it is good to say so, although I have lost a certain amount of autonomy, but I have hugged my thighs." With the dual support of the Church and Prince Fabio, Rossi is sure to become a big shot. Maybe we can still mix up the title of hereditary nobleman, and at that time, even if we are just ordinary people attached to the Rossi family, who would dare to show us a look?

Do you dare to spit on Prince Fabio's butler? Prince Fabio will wipe you out in less than an hour!"

Clarence was stunned for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.

This Nima is really a good idea, this old thing is really treacherous, stay away from him in the future.